Where I FIRST encountered Christ was when I was in early recovery fro alcoholism, 30 years ago. The words “let’s go pray” came o to my mind. The idea they prayer was something we do together, me and Him.
last time was yesterday when I was despairing of events in lotics and the world. During the night I centered using the name
of Jesus as a sacred word in Rhythm with my breath. I the morning as I was standing by the toaster in the kitchen something seemed to say to me “trust. Eternity.” Not heard. Sort of felt
